High School Tears

by Mark Amend
(Valparaiso, Florida,USA)

First love came so easilyI thought everydayWould be the same.There must be a reasonThat hearts can never knowWhy she cameAnd why she went away.But that’s the way it isWith high school tears.The heart knows bestWhen we are youngIt only knows betterWith the passing years.I’ve gotten olderThat was long agoBut I still think of her sometimesBecause that’s the way it isWith high school tears.